She is the quiet one
with the brown hair, blue eyes.
A dreamer
caught somewhere between
a woman and a child,
living a life united
by stirrups and manes.
Wanting to do
everything, with never enough
time for it all,
she rails against the
frustration of being only human.
Wanting to believe
in the good of man yet
so often disappointed -
wanting to let passion
shine through in everything
she does, never satisfied
with half-hearted effort.
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i like it
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it good your wright
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i think she did a really good
i think she did a really good job
Wow
Nice job on the poem; its really good. I wish i could write poems like that but i can only write super-long stories.... have any tips? lol great job!
poem
Beautful eye she said a day shall never come here again
i wrote this because i dont have account
the beautiful eye i see shine as the girl who knows who i am
I bring joy for the strong
I come home to rest and then I believe
I can win a war for no sake i shall
Thank you for giving me trust and
Power.
i wrote this because i dont have account
the beautiful eye i see shine as the girl who knows who i am
I bring joy for the strong
I come home to rest and then I believe
I can win a war for no sake i shall
Thank you for giving me trust and
Power.
good 1
good 1